Forgive the confusion of that night

This is a personal experience that a young mother once told me, there is no needle to ask for her opinion, I recorded her confusion in the original, I think she will forgive my presumptuousness, but also hope to give more people some warnings and enlightenment!

That year, her family moved to an upscale neighborhood in the city center! During that time, she inadvertently recognized her new neighbor! A tall uncle is a little handsome and a little angry! With the slow familiarity, she actually had some inexplicable feelings for this uncle who was even about the same age as her father! As a girl who is very traditional in her bones, she has an inexplicable mood for this domineering uncle who seems to be evil, a little bit of style, and a little bit of social big brother! Can't tell if it's anticipation or avoidance? That's when she gave the uncle an indecent name — bad stuff!

She always felt that every time bad things met her, she was always a bit of a color fan..., especially when they met alone occasionally, he would always have a little bit of excess, there would be a little bit of bad and bad teasing and swearing... Every time she saw him, she was a little scared, a little worried, but there was a little bit of heartfelt longing... Sometimes her heart is quite conflicted, afraid, and a little bit of throbbing joy...

One evening last autumn, she had just returned from outside, walked to the stairwell, did not expect to meet the bad things, that dusk, everything around was so quiet, the bad things were still so bad and bad smiled at her, with a little anger, look at no one around, a moment her heart beat faster, a palpitation, the bad things did not stick to it, with his bad and good voice continued to stroke, "Little chick, your lips are really sexy today, the skin is particularly white and tender" She was shy when she was shy and wanted to run away immediately. But I can't take a step under my feet... However, the bad things are even more excessive, look at no one around, he is constantly approaching her, almost sticking to her body, she can smell the unique smell of men on the bad things, at that moment, she really feels a little confused, she is afraid of the further approach of the bad things, and she longs for him to get closer...

But she was really scared, after all, it was only in the stairwell, and someone could bump into her at any moment, and at that moment she suddenly woke up and thought of her family and her own reputation. She quickly bypassed the bad things and ran in the direction of home, but she still heard the good sound of the bad things: I was waiting for you in the stairwell on the top floor at 9 o'clock at night... In fact, at that moment, she had already thrown away her armor, and she had no resistance at all to these old drivers who were accustomed to seeing all the wind and moon in the world, and she had already collapsed into an army, doomed to defeat...

It was an evening that made her extremely entangled and confused, she was flustered, on the one hand, she told herself that she could not ignore him, but there was always a trace of unspeakable longing in her heart, and there was always a bad thing in her ears, and at nine o'clock in the evening I was waiting for you in the stairwell on the top floor...

At about nine o'clock that night, she had never lied to her husband and told her husband that she wanted to go around the community! She wasn't sure if her panicked look had aroused her husband's vigilance? After going out, she actually made God send a messenger to press the elevator to the top floor... Climbing up to the top floor, in the empty stairwell, the "bad thing" stood there silently, and in some dim corridors, the back of the "bad thing" was like a watercolor silhouette, resolute and upright, and the charm was incomparable!

She approached weakly, the smile on the face of the "bad thing" was still so bad and bad, she suddenly felt very disgusting, she felt that she and the bad things were good not to face... At that moment, she suddenly felt remorse and wanted to turn around and leave. Just as she wanted to turn around, the "bad thing" pounced on her like a wolf, holding her tightly in his arms with his big, powerful hands! At that moment, she knew that there was nothing she could do... In fact, over the years, she has also experienced a lot of temptations and all kinds of true feelings and falsehoods... But for the sake of the family, thinking of the children, she insisted on herself and chose to stay away. She never felt that she was very noble, nor did she feel that she should guard herself for anyone in her life... But in the face of such an old man who can be his father, he is so powerless to resist and confused...

That night, she wanted to refuse to return the favor, and later she always hated herself a little, and she didn't expect that she would be so uncontentious, and even fell into a strange embrace! She never thought there would be such an accident that would make her years of perseverance and give up! She never felt like a bad woman, but she still saw the night in this mountain town, the lights were dimmed, the warmth was confused...

"Bad things" carried her to the fire box, both hands skillfully untied her underwear, in fact, she has not been satisfied with her not very plump breasts, but a pair of big hands of "bad things" made her feel a kind of pleasure that she had never had before, and it turned out that a woman's sensitivity came from this person who could impress her and stir him with no care, did not care!

In fact, later she often recalled that crazy night, the crazy and domineering kiss of the "bad thing", so long and straight, so disregarded, but it made her confused, that strong domineering, and the faint smell of tobacco between the lips and teeth has been reminding her of the long aftertaste...

That night, the deepest memory that left her was that place of wolf... Later, she often thought that the years of water needed some unexpected encounters, and there would be inexplicable irresistible, but these exceptions were always just exceptions, and life needed to go on! Occasionally, you can stop at that different scenery. But never get lost on your way home! Perhaps, he is just a sip of the spirit you taste alone, and you already know its taste but never mention it again....